Lyrics

They just mad at the kid cause I'm doin' it better
Making these songs while I'm stacking dinero
I'm kicking the dough while I'm gripping berettas
Devil may cry bitch I feel like I'm nero
Talking that guy who don't fuck with the vision
Fuck all that shit bitch I'm on a new mission
I need me the dough
Yes, I need me the bitches
She swallow my kids so I don't wanna kiss her
I been smoking on the pack but I want more
Still broke keep cash not a dumb hoe
Kicking your back off the map
Yes, I need smoke
Talking to Ze66y he strap with the meat roll
All of my opps stay mad cause they still broke
I been getting these bands cause of bro code
Runnin' it dough make the beds out of barto
I just been moving these paths like it's plato aye
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh
I know she mine and she all on my line too
Cane with the fire so I shot like I'm mashu
We got the wood you be smoking the Five-O
We got the bread got no wallets that don't fold
I spasm out numb like the Miami heat
Fellas ain't kid I just trip on my G's
I'm ballin' like Rasha then went to the league
I'm stacking this guap but I'm only eighteen
I thought that shit moved that you can't fly in me
The years in the making on these melodies
Wait, okay, said I'm unique
I know the way they be looking at me
Got problems I'm proud of that money don't take away
Chill on the beach I'ma wait for a sunny day
I don't fucked cause I'm all on the money güey
You trying to suffer that I'm on mine all the way
(This beat got this bitch moving huh?)
Yuh, yuh, yay, yay, yay, yea
Time to run it back, They ain't nothin less
Chopa get killed with AK-47
Clock with the beam and I served a MAC-11
Aim at the sky and I sent straight to heaven
Don't give a fuck what you talkin' bout
I'm getting money so we getting money now
Smoking that grass by the ounce I got a hundred pounds
Selling the girls with a stick, got a hundred rounds, aye
Choppa got kick back aye
Run up and get smacked aye
Fuck what you doin' I told that boy get back aye
Ballin' on miss match aya
Choppa got choppa got
Choppa got kicked back aye
Run and get smacked aye
Fuck what you doin' I told that boy get back aye
Ballin' on miss match aye
Ballin' on aye
Written by: Rigo Anthony Machuca
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